I hear another laugh, but Arbor doesn’t share the sentiment.
“Stop it. Stop laughing and tell me how I make him stop being all horny? It’s like he’s going into rut or something. And I’m not in heat.”
Arbor’s cheeks turn red, and his eyes meet mine.
The wood creaks beneath my hands, my cock twitching and angry that it’s not inside the omega standing before me. I want him. I want to bury myself inside my omega.
“I’m not gonna bend over for him. It’s the middle of a workday. I already don’t have their respect…”
Another bout of laughter, and Arbor hangs up, slamming his phone onto the desk and running a hand through his hair.
“You hear that?” he asks softly.
“Mhm.”
“I’mnotbending over for you.”
“Don’t need you to,” I grunt, even though the scents he’s giving off are making me fucking feral.
He huffs and then takes a step toward me.
“I know what I smell like to you, and he said the only way to end this is to be your omega. You need me to get you off right now.”
He stops in front of me, and a disgusting sound leaves my throat. Desperation.
Iwanthim.
“If you don’t leave now, I’m gonna take you,” I warn, and I see Arbor’s mouth part slightly.
“I’mnotleaving. I’m fixing my mistake. Turn around and let me take care of this.”
“Turn around? What the fuck for?” I grind out.
“To get you off. And you can report me if you want. But this is my fault. Nowturn around.”
I hesitate, wanting to look at him. Not wanting any of my senses dulled by turning away.
“No.”
He bristles at that, smelling faintly of peppercorn. “You don’t want me touching you?”
It’s not that. It’s not fucking that.
My hands hold on to the door frame tighter.
“No,” I grind out.
“I fucking knew it. My scent only appeals for a short time, and then it’s over, and you lose interest. You alphas are all the same. Well, fine. You leave then. Go figure it out yourself?—”
I cut him off, his body crushed against mine, my breathing labored as I take him in. Blown out pupils, flushed cheeks. The peppercorn scent is snuffed out by the scent of vanilla and honey.
“I told you to leave,” I growl.
“And I told you to turn around.”
“I don’t want to fucking turn around.” I drag his body up against mine, feeling the way his groin presses against my stiff cock.
I can feel he’s hard, too. Can feel he needs this just as much as I do.
